Let Us Heal

Let us heal ourselves with
love and understanding.
Take my hand and come
with me tonight.

For I have given up my life so
many times in days gone by.
Yet still, I have survived
the endless cycles of rebirth.

Come with me - so deep,
into the center of it all;
free of shame and guilt
and all the misery of reverie.

The storm is passing on again.
Between the clouds, the moon
shines down, about three quarters
full. I am She, and still, She
waits for you to come
to see Her as She really is.

Here, where all are free to be;
in ever-living variations of
Her utter harmony. For here,
just at the center of the sphere
of life itself - I Am, You Are,
We have to be - as one.

Simple, as a springtime morn,
painful - as the love unborn
in thee...

? Michaelette ?

1/25/2002
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